when the shops were open as usual, and the streets crowded with people; but there was nobody staid in town after that season, except shopkeepers and tradespeople.

"What," exclaimed Charles, "are these industrious people nothing? Is this class of society nobody? Who then is somebody? O! I understand it now; and-and I am descended from whom? does Caroline know it? one of the nobodys."

Charles was well acquainted with the dress of the hairdresser's man, who, by the way, was an old man, and accordingly he bethought himself of going directly to the shop and buying the old fellow's cloaths. But this again he declined doing, but went to a tailor's in the neighbourhood, and sent for the barber, who came immediately, and the tailor went to work.

"I am desired by a gentleman, to fit you with a suit of new cloaths; and, in place of that old hat and wig, I am ordered also to give you a pound-note to get a new hat, and you are to make yourself a wig, and I'll pay you its price."

The barber was transported, and capered about the cutting shop, singing and dancing to the tune- .

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Hey for Bobbin John!

Kittle up the chanter!
Bang up a Strathspey,

To fling wi' John the Ranter.

Johnie's stout and bald,

He ne'er could thole a banter;

Bien in byre and fald,

An', lasses! he's a wanter."

The tailor was highly amused, and Bobbin John was dressed in an instant; out he sallied, and soon returned from his lodgings in the Bell-Yard, Temple Bar, with his Sunday hat and wig.

Charles paid the tailor for the new

dress, and they settled that the barber's old cloaths should be well scoured and cleaned by next morning, when the lieutenant came and metamorphosed himself into Bobbin John, the Scotch old batchelor barber.

It was with much difficulty Charles, through fear of a discovery, got along the streets in this disguise, but he had found a very good painter, who made him look as old as Bobbin John; and so complete was the deception, that when the admiral's door was opened to him, Harriet Foote, (that was Miss Caroline's maid's name,) did not know him; and it was not till he said "I am Stuart, Harriet," that the obliging girl would allow him to advance.

Caroline was in the study in an instant; and seizing his hand, with more swiftness than you read her words, she exclaimed, "What, is't Charles I see?"

And recovering from her surprise, "Well to be sure, you are really an odd figure, nobody could have done it better; come, my dear lieutenant, sit down; I've a world of things to tell you, and we can only be here twenty minutes."

"It's all your own doing, my charming Caroline! You have all the merit of the farce."

"Be it so, Charles; and now for my troubles.'

"What troubles, my sweet Caroline? you can have none,”

"More than I can express.

Well, my love, let my bosom share your griefs, if your soul can rely on mine for support.

"Mr. Stuart, I am too foolish; really I don't know what I have said; you don't think I am serious?"

"It's no harm if you are, if I alone am worthy of your friendship."

"Oh! speak not of worth; I respected you before I saw you."

"You did?"

"I esteem you now.

am light-headed."

Dear me! I

"Don't be flurried, my sweet crea

ture."

"Well, I wont."

"What have you to say?"

"I'll tell you again-we have not time now; question me no more about my sorrows and tears: above all, Charles, forgive my imprudence, but it is my native sincerity and impatience that have forced me to resign myself to your confidence."

"Since you deem me worthy of that confidence, sweet empress of my soul ! it shall be dearer to me than life itself; it will reign enthroned in my heart with thy sweet image, even should my destinies call me to the remotest corners of the earth."